Acquire weapon, use droid as shield, take carbine...

Niome moved quick, lunging for the maintenance droid, and wrenching its tool arm to the side of the intended articulation. It snapped, and she raised her improvised knife to her side, pushing the machine in front of her like a barricade. Sparks flew, and dull metalic impacts echoed through the **** pens. Red light flashed over her small, pale frame. She sprinted for the guards, and in a flash of motion managed to spear one through the carotid Artery. She attempted to dive behind the droid, now smoking, and riddled with scorch marks to collect the weapon the corpse no longer needed, but the damned machine with a mind of its own quickly moved out of the way of the crossfire. Niome managed to fall on her back, and aim the weapon as finally, a bolt struck her through the breast. Shot through the heart, the gunfight was over before it ended. She died in a pool of blood that wasn't hers.